[open] plot clue club meeting

[coolerjunpei]

WHO: Junpei coolerjunpei and You
WHAT: Secret Info Club Meeting and general Plot Clue mingling
WHERE: a conference room. with snacks!
WHEN: roughly DECEMBER!!! 12 this never once said nov
WARNINGS: tba

network preamble

[Having come into some fascinating information, Junpei—

obsessively studies it for a solid day

—and then un: junpei posts something very short and simple to the network for once:]

hey, it's junpei. i'm in the 5th floor conference room in the district 2 building by the bowling alley if anybody wants to know some *big names* and read some pages that aren't half blacked out. you know, for fun.

i've got some chips too. come check it out if you want.

log part

[The conference room is all decked out for some frantic information sharing, or rather:

Junpei has hastily set out some snacks, that is: some bags of chips and a few soda bottles, mostly what he could grab as quickly as possible from the nearest convenience store. He's also tossed some pens and notepads kind of randomly onto the table.

On the wheely whiteboard he's pushed up to the end of the room, the head of the conference table, he's written in big ol' letters:

INFO CLUB MEETING
TAKE A DOCUMENT SHARE A DOCUMENT
IDEAS???

DON'T SPREAD IT AROUND TOO MUCH YET, WE MIGHT GET PHANTOM ARRESTED OR WHATEVER

The most orderly thing here is the stack of ✨✨Documents✨✨ up by the whiteboard. These, he has put in the effort to not make a frantic mess of. Welcome to the club.]

OOC: this is a mingle for the ✨plot clue✨ junpei has received and it is open to anyone who might be interested in the information! if you have cr with junpei or have talked to him even once about The Mysteries, you're welcome to handwave that he sent your character a personal cryptic text about something important, come see. otherwise, seeing his network message and showing up is just fine too.

Comments

[justscribing]

Mid-thirties.

[He could have been more off.]

[limbical]

[muttering:] At least it wasn't 45.

[fussiest]

Oh. So 'Daad' age. [ thanks junpei. ] I suppose I'm in the minority then. Fine, fine, I was off. I'll concede. Age is just a number, anyway, it's not like you ever called me 'Senior' sincerely despite it.

[limbical]

Don't say Daad!

[fussiest]

What's that, Daad? What's wrong, shy that you're older than me?

[limbical]

Do you want me to ground you.

[fussiest]

But Daad!

[limbical]

[just this icon]

[coolerjunpei]

[do you want to borrow his dad sweatshirt daad]

[limbical]

[no but you should make that a christmas gift for him]

[justscribing]

You're the one that holds your seniority in regard. Given you do, wouldn't it behoove you act it?

[fussiest]

And in what what haven't I acted it! Only you have such an indefinite definition for what a Senior must be like in order to skirt any and all respect owed.

[justscribing]

Should I remind you of your drunken behavior at the gala?

[fussiest]

[ SCREAMS. ]

Don't remind me. [ auuuUUUUGHHHHHHHHH. ] That never happened! And don't you dare bring it up, that was the alcohol speaking. I am sober now, sober.

[justscribing]

It never happened? There's a photo posted on the network that says otherwise.

[Kaveh is well and truly fucked in the era of social media.]

[fussiest]

[ AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ]

And don't bring that up too! E-everyone who indulges in alcohol has a few incidents like that here and there! How is that anything to harp about?

[justscribing]

A few. [It's not even a question he's just daring Kaveh to rebuke that.]

[featheradrift]

[ Just because he can, he's sending a photo of said incident to Kaveh, because he did in fact take a pic at the gala. Because it was too funny not to. But it's not just him with the golem, it's also him draped all over Alhaitham as the Scribe tries to drag him home. ]

[fussiest]

[ WHY. WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. kaveh prickles up like a hunting beast. his eyes unerringly finds the wanderer's. ]

Delete that!

[featheradrift]

[ The Wanderer smirks from across a table and waves at Kaveh cheerfully, as if the man isn't incensed with him right now. ]

What if I said no?

[keepgodwaiting]

[ Not looking up from poring over a copy of the documents, comparing it to her own notebook: ]

Jesus Christ, you're all children.

[fussiest]

And how old are- No, I was just told I ought not ask. But when met with an assertion like that, can anyone blame me for having the impetus? If I ask you how old you are, Johanna, will you also call me rude?

[keepgodwaiting]

Ha. I'm thirty-four.

[ but I reserve the right for her to have been thirty-five this whole time if I realize I messed up my years ]

And I'm sure some three-hundred-year-old eldritch being will be along any minute to say I'm just a baby any second, so I'll savor feeling distinguished until then.

[ 1/2 ]

[fussiest]

Hah! I'll let you have that crown until then. [ then, with a thoughtful beat. ] I don't know any three-hundred-year-old eldritch beings, do I?

[ ... ] Right?

[ .................. ]

[ 2/2 ]

[fussiest]

... oh, no, I do know people who are about a thousand, don't I.